Body as Sword

In the new year, after spending some time with his parents, Leian's Destruction God clone and his Saint Realm original body returned to Wuhun Mountain together.

In the days that followed, his God clone began to selflessly contemplate the Destruction Rule, while his Saint Realm original body projected into the Undead Realm to continue delving into the mysteries of death.

The cloud platform hung high, and the mountain winds were biting.

Behind the main hall, Leian stood with his hands behind his back, clad in black robes. He gazed into the distance, appearing as if he were admiring the sea of clouds and forests, but in reality, his mind was still pondering his previous thoughts.

He did not know how much time had passed when, suddenly, his heart stirred, and he subconsciously recalled some memories regarding the original story.

In the era when the future protagonist Linley would rise, if there was anyone in the entire material plane who left the deepest impression on Leian, it was none other than Qinghuo, one of the five kings of the Plane Prison.

Speaking of Qinghuo, Leian could not help but recall the spectacular scene where the other party used absolute power to annihilate both of Sadista's God clones in a single move.

This Sadista came from Hell and, according to the standards of Hell, possessed the strength of a Six-Star Demon, wielding both Darkness and Wind God clones. Yet, such a powerhouse was killed instantly by Qinghuo in one strike.

Leian clearly remembered that description: the moment Qinghuo made his move, his entire body shattered and transformed into a streak of fire, passing through the body of the black wolf Sadista had become with effortless ease.

The result was that both of Sadista's God clones fell just like that.

Transforming into a streak of fire during battle—this was perhaps the origin of the name "Qinghuo."

To be able to kill a Six-Star Demon in one strike, this technique of transforming into green fire must be an incredibly powerful ultimate move.

Thinking of this, a thought could not help but arise in Leian's mind: could he imitate this ultimate move of Qinghuo's?

However, Qinghuo could transform into fire because he cultivated the Laws of Fire, whereas he cultivated the Destruction Rule. Did he have to transform into destruction?

But fire had a form, while destruction was merely a concept. How was he to imitate that?

While pondering, Leian habitually channeled his Destruction divine power to nourish the Guixu Sword. However, just as his palm brushed against the blade, a thought flashed rapidly through his mind.

Although the Destruction Rule had no form, he used a sword as his weapon; could he transform into a sword?

As soon as this thought appeared, it occupied Leian's entire mind. He subconsciously considered the possibility, and the more he thought about it, the more feasible he felt his idea was.

Immediately, he could not help but begin to channel his Destruction divine power, attempting to deduce it.

"Hum!"

A biting sword intent was born out of thin air, surrounding Leian, and faint ripples in space began to spread in all directions.

As time passed, the chaotic sword intent began to slowly condense, gradually forming a gray, heaven-piercing giant sword. The giant sword enveloped Leian, its form flickering in and out of existence, and even Leian's own figure gradually became illusory.

He did not know how much time had passed, but just as Leian's body became increasingly transparent, the giant sword suddenly shuddered. As if it had encountered some kind of obstruction, it collapsed directly.

Once the sword intent dissipated, Leian's figure rapidly shifted from illusory to solid, and immediately after, his whole body began to tremble, his face turning as pale as paper in an instant.

"Haha, that's it, that's it..."

Leian muttered to himself. Although he had suffered a backlash and sustained significant injuries from his bold attempt, his eyes were incredibly bright, and his gaze revealed deep, intense excitement.

Although the attempt had not succeeded, Leian had already realized that his idea was absolutely feasible.

In fact, from this simple attempt alone, he had gained new insights into the Destruction Rule.

After a brief reflection, he guessed the reason: on the surface, it looked like he was turning his Body as Sword, but in reality, he was transforming into the Destruction Rule.

Regardless of whether the process succeeded, the essence was moving closer to the Destruction Rule. The closer he got to the Destruction Rule, the more easily he could naturally comprehend the mysteries of the rule.

As a result, Leian was no longer in a hurry to perfect this "Body as Sword" ultimate move; instead, during the deduction process, he focused primarily on comprehending the Destruction Rule.

From this day on, the magnificent spectacle of the "Heavenly Sword descending to the world" appeared once again on Wuhun Mountain.

Time flowed like water, and thirty years passed in the blink of an eye.

In the 62nd year of the Martial God calendar, starting from the early summer of that year, the "Heavenly Sword" on Wuhun Mountain never disappeared again.

The giant sword intent, hundreds of feet tall, was like a divine sword piercing the heavens, thrusting straight into the clouds. The terrifying sword momentum distorted space, obstructing people's line of sight.

Moreover, as time passed, the color of this giant sword grew deeper. Today, ten days later, the blade was as black as ink, appearing as if it were solid.

At the entrance of the imperial palace in Wuhun City:

Allen stood on the steps as he did every day, gazing at Wuhun Mountain, and sighed softly, "Big brother's strength is becoming more and more terrifying..."

Around the main hall, the palace guards on duty also watched Wuhun Mountain just like Allen. Their expressions were extremely respectful, and their eyes were filled with infinite fanaticism.

In their hearts, the "Martial God" was the strongest, the master of heaven and earth.

At the same time, at the foot of Wuhun Mountain, a large number of believers and church personnel gathered in front of the Wuhun Main Hall, kneeling and praying in the direction of Wuhun Mountain.

The Saint Realm elders of the Elder Hall also faced Wuhun Mountain, watching the heaven-piercing giant sword. At this moment, even if they had infinite thoughts and doubts in their hearts, no one dared to speak.

Pope Xilmon did not even blink. At this moment, he only felt that the giant sword contained an indescribable power, causing his entire mind to be involuntarily drawn into it.

On Wuhun Mountain:

On the cloud platform, invisible to the crowd, Leian, standing at the center of the giant sword, was almost too illusory to be seen, but the destructive sword intent radiating from him was incredibly terrifying.

At a certain moment, Leian's illusory figure, which was now nothing more than an outline, suddenly twisted into a long sword. Then, the long sword vanished, completely merging into the black giant sword.

With Leian's disappearance, the black giant sword seemed to have developed an indescribable spirituality.

At this very moment, Leian truly and clearly felt that he had become a sword.

He had done it!

Although he no longer possessed a human body, Leian could clearly perceive that this sword was entirely under his control; it was a state difficult to put into words.

At the same time, he felt the power of this sword, and he dared to conclude that if he were to unleash its full potential, the surrounding mountain ranges would undoubtedly be razed to the ground.

Thinking of this, his mind stirred, and the giant sword suddenly rose from the ground, flying toward the sea in the south.

Ten thousand miles passed in an instant, and once far away from the land, Leian immediately controlled the giant sword to crash down toward the surface of the sea.

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound spread across ten thousand miles in an instant, and where the giant sword landed, the seawater seemed to have been scooped away, leaving a circular void over ten miles in diameter on the surface of the sea.

Inside the void, the space had completely shattered, revealing a terrifying black hole from which a powerful suction force emanated, startling Leian into flying away at high speed.

Several miles away, Leian steadied himself; although his face was exceptionally pale, his expression was filled with immense excitement.

He had finally succeeded!

"Judging by the degree of spatial fragmentation, this move of mine, Body as Sword, should be invincible among lower-level gods."

Leian felt a hint of self-satisfaction, but after pondering for a moment, he shook his head and thought:

This ultimate move is powerful, but it cannot be used recklessly; that single strike alone consumed nearly half of my mental energy. With my current soul strength, I can use it at most twice, so I must use it with caution.

Just as he was warning himself, he suddenly let out a soft sound of surprise and instinctively turned his head to look in the direction of Wuhun Mountain.

At the same moment, Leian's true body, located in the Saint Realm of Yuntai Hall on Wuhun Mountain, had already awakened from his deep meditation.

"Although death and destruction are different laws, they certainly intersect to a certain degree; this time, it is an unexpected joy."

As he muttered to himself, he looked up toward the sky and said softly:

"It's here!"